Nan Shao, the drama master, he has started again

Chapter 1222 Achieved the tacit understanding between father and son

They stayed in the hotel for one more day, but because of Nan Jinghong's foot injury, the family of three didn't plan to go out for a walk, but watched TV and played games together in the room.

The suite provides a variety of interesting board games. In order to take care of Shu Nianchen (IQ), the father and son tacitly choose to play flying chess.

After lunch, Shu Nianchen cleared the table outside, helped Nan Jinghong to sit down on the chair, the three of them chose their colors and started the game.

"It's been a long time since I played flying chess. Now the flying chess board is so delicate and beautiful."

Nan Jinghong said flatly, "I never played it when I was young."

Xiaobao raised his hand, "I played with grandma before, is it similar to this?"

Shu Nianchen, who felt that she was hurt by rejection, chose to keep her mouth shut.

Nan Jinghong smiled and handed the dice to her, "Ladies first."

Shu Nianchen took it unceremoniously, shook it in his hand, and threw it on the table, with three pairs of eyes staring at the dice spinning wildly on the table.

"6, I want 6!"

The dice stopped, and the number facing up...was 3!

Shu Nianchen lowered her head discouraged.

Nan Jinghong glanced at Xiaobao, "Come here."

Xiaobao picked up the dice and threw it out easily. The number he got... was the 6 that Shu Nianchen had been chanting.

With a smile on his face, Xiaobao pretended to be very calm, moved out his first plane, then lost the second one, moving the number of steps.

Next it was Nan Jinghong's turn.

Under Shu Nianchen's resentful eyes, Nan Jinghong also got 6 at one time and successfully liberated the flying chess.

This time, it was Shu Nianchen's turn again, she excitedly rolled the dice, but unfortunately, the dice seemed to be against her, once again, it stopped facing Fei Lu.

"Mum, don't be discouraged, I will do it next time."

"Ah."

"...I don't want to talk to you guys!"

But then, something even more unreal happened. All the chess pieces of the father and son came out, but Shu Nianchen's chess pieces were still in place.

This game has become very embarrassing.

Shu Nianchen, heartbroken, flung herself on the table, wishing she could beat her chest with her fists, there was such a one-in-a-million chance that she would meet, and no one was lucky...

The game of three people has turned into a two-person battle. The father and son are chasing after each other. Xiaobao narrowly wins one son and is the first to reach the finish line. Because Shu Nianchen has not sent troops for a long time, this game can only end here. .

In order to comfort someone who was unlucky, the father and son had to choose a less difficult game...Jenga.

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The afternoon is spent in leisurely games and laughter.

After the sun went down, the three of them prepared to go out for dinner. Shu Nianchen applied the ointment on Nan Jinghong for the last time. The doctor was right, and now the redness and swelling had subsided and returned to normal.

Out of the room, Shu Nianchen and Nan Jinghong walked left and right, with Xiaobao holding their left and right hands in the middle. When he was walking, he lowered his head from time to time to secretly look at the injury on Nan Jinghong's foot, and saw that the other side was safe Nothing, the little man had a smile on his face.

There is a sky garden restaurant in the atrium of the hotel, which is limited to ten groups of guests every day. Nan Jinghong spent money and booked the entire garden restaurant in advance. He took his wife and children to sit on the dining table on the balcony of the extended garden, watching the boundless night sky and The sea view, the sea breeze, and the moonlight shine brightly, what a happy and warm moment.

Nan Jinghong cut half a piece of steak for Xiaobao, put the plate in front of him, and then went to help Shu Nianchen.

Xiaobao looked at the pieces of meat cut into the best entrance size in front of him, blinked his eyes, looked at the meticulous man opposite, and said clearly, "Thank you Daddy."

"You're welcome." Nan Jinghong glanced at him with a slight smile in his eyes.

Xiao Bao lowered his head in embarrassment, biting the piece of meat and chewing slowly, the fragrance diffused into his whole body.

Shu Nianchen watched the interaction between the father and son, and smiled silently.

It seems that my afternoon's game black hole luck has made the tacit understanding between the father and son!

(End of this chapter)